Quinn had managed to stay awake the entire night, but only barely. She was fighting both exhaustion and the near-constant replay of the events she'd seen in Rachel's memoires - her heart broke anew every time she saw them. She thought she finally had a handle on the other girl - why she acted the way she did, why she was so eager to push people away. But here knowing why wasn't going to help the other girl at all. She actually felt responsible for what had happened when she was a child, and Quinn was determined to find a way to help her understand it wasn't the case at all. They'd been the actions of a child, scared of the vicious, possibly fatal beating her father was receiving, and one who'd been unaware of the extent of her power on top of that. She wasn't some psychopath, who'd killed those people because she chose to.
And speaking of psychopaths, whoever the "bullies" were that Rachel had mentioned had best watch their backs. If she ever found out who they were, they wouldn't last a day. Because she would kill them, as slowly and painfully as she could manage. And she didn't even care what kind of person that made her - they'd hurt this fragile, broken girl in her arms, and she would be damned if she let them get away with it. But that was a concern for another day. For now she looked down tenderly at the brunette, planting a soft kiss on her cheek and murmuring comforting words in her ear. She was the only thing in the world that mattered right now.
Rachel felt herself waking up, but as the world came into focus so did the resounding ache all over her body. She burrowed into the warmth around her with a grunt, wrapping her arms tightly around the soft object. She let the scent of vanilla and lilac soothe her senses as she tried to block out the pounding that was beginning to take over her skull. Finally focusing on her consciousness without opening her eyes, the brunette could still feel the active connection in her head and it made her realize where she was causing her to stiffen slightly. No longer was she using Quinn's energy, they were just connected.
She gentle stroked across her friend's consciousness in a gesture of thanks, ensuring that she didn't violate any of Quinn's privacy before pulling back and closing the connection. Rachel shivered slightly at the loss of warmth in her mind, frowning at her own reaction but knowing that she couldn't hold onto the pink-haired girl like that. "I'm sorry for everything yesterday," she tentatively whispered out. "I think I'm all right to be on my own now though. You don't have to stay with me anymore. You can use the rest of the money left over from the ticket to help you get where you need to go. I...thank you for all you've done for me."
Quinn smiled when the other girl burrowed into her - she was really cute when she was sleeping - and the feeling of Rachel's light touch of her mind only made the smile bigger. The loss of their connection, though, wiped the smile from her face very effectively. And Rachel's words did the job as well.
"You really don't listen when I talk, do you?" Quinn kept her tone light, trying not to betray the hurt she felt. "I told you yesterday, and I'll tell you again - I'm not going anywhere. I can't," she trembled a little, wishing she'd remembered to pull the sheets up over them earlier, "I can't explain why you matter so much to me, Rachel. Why I care about you. But you..." she sniffled, "I can't lose you. I want to stay with you. Whether it's here, or somewhere else, I just...please?" It was the best she could manage. "Please don't make me leave."
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And I know you hate doing it, but is there any chance you could...open our connection up again? I'm so tired. And it feels good when we're...like that."
Rachel was about to respond when she felt Quinn tremble and it finally dawned on her that she was almost naked. She quickly scrambled to pull the sheet up and around her to hide her body, ignoring the protest in her muscles. She didn't want Quinn the to see scars that mottled her frame. She hoped the other girl hadn't been paying attention. "You don't have to leave, Quinn. I...I wouldn't force you. I just figured you would want to go. You've done more than your civic duty in helping me," she explained, finally opening her eyes to look over at her friend. The light hurt at first, but at least she could see properly.
Surprised at Quinn's request, Rachel nodded. She opened the connection again, feeling the warmth of her companion flow around her, but she didn't enter Quinn's mind. It was a relief to be in control again. Her head hurt, but she figured that it would take a couple of days to recuperate from the strain. It was interesting that Quinn wanted the intrusion. Most people hated the feeling. "Did you get any sleep?" she asked softly. "You should try to rest as well."
"Rach," Quinn whispered, grateful for the warmth provided by the thin sheet. "It's not a duty. You're - at least I hope you are - my friend. I care about you. I want," her voice hitched. "I want to be where you are." She met Rachel's gaze evenly, blinking tears from her eyes.
She relaxed a little as she felt Rachel re-open the connection, reveling in the feeling. "Thank you," she murmured, shutting her eyes to try and feel it more completely. "No," she shook her head in answer to Rachel's question. "I couldn't. I was so scared that if I closed my eyes, something might happen to you. And I wouldn't know," even with the warmth of their connection, she couldn't keep herself from shivering at the thought. "I don't know how much longer we can stay without paying again," she sighed. "It's okay, I promise - I can rest some other time."
Rachel looked at Quinn quizzically for a moment. "Of course we're friends, Quinn. I just...it seems like all I've done is pull you into these awful situations," she looked away for a moment. "I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have. You've done so much for me and I care about you too. You deserve to be happy, not miserable trying to help someone like me." She sighed and stiffly dragged a hand through her unruly hair.
"Don't worry about payment, okay? You took care of me yesterday. Now it's my turn to do the same for you. You need to get some rest," she noticed the shiver and shifted closer to Quinn, pulling the other girl close again.
"You've never dragged me into anything," Quinn argued. "I've involved myself with you by choice. And despite what you may think, you've never hurt me - not ever." She tightened her grip on the other girl. "Listen," she whispered, "because I need you to understand this. Right now? In this second, in this crappy motel room? This is the happiest I've felt in a long time. Because I am here with you, and doing the best I can to help you. That makes me happy. Because I care about you."
She could feel her eyes fighting to close, but she didn't want to give in just yet. She felt so good in Rachel's arms, though, warm and content. "Are you sure - you're okay? Can't sleep if you're not okay."
Rachel gently brought her hand up to push some hair back from Quinn's face. "I understand, Quinn. You like helping others. You have a big heart...it's very kind of you. I feel very lucky to have met you and to have you as my friend," she smiled at her friend. "I only hope that someday, I can return the kindness that you have shown towards me." She pulled Quinn closer and softly began trailing her fingers through the short, pink hair. "Shhh...go to sleep. I'm fine. Not one hundred percent, but I'm getting better and now that I'm resting here I'll be okay. You get some sleep. You'll probably need it if you plan to stay around me," she joked lightly.
"I'm really lucky too," Quinn was losing the struggle to stay awake, and getting more incoherent. "And you don't ever have to repay me..." she hummed with pleasure at the feeling of fingers in her hair, and she knew she couldn't fight it anymore. "'kay," she smiled at the joke even as she drifted off. She was out cold before she even realized, dead asleep in Rachel's arms.
Rachel continued to stroke her fingers through Quinn's hair, using the connection to wrap around her friend's mind and shield her from any bad dreams. "Sleep well, my Angel," she whispered, kissing Quinn's forehead. "You saved my life and I don't think I will ever be able to repay your kindness, but I'll do my best to try." She closed her eyes and allowed herself to rest as she held Quinn close. She began to hum a light melody that she remembered from her father's so long ago.
Quinn's subconscious picked up Rachel's soft humming, allowing it to permeate her dreams. They were good dreams - all of them seeming to revolve around the two of them, little scenes of domestic bliss or happiness on the road, wherever they ended up. It was like a vision of everything she wanted, and the corner of her mouth turned up into a smile even as she slept. It was probably the best sleep she'd had since she was a small child.
Rachel eventually allowed herself to fall into a light slumber to continue to gather her own strength. She stayed conscious of the world around her in case she needed to protect the girl in her arms, but she allowed her body to rest itself. Quinn's presence calmed her and kept her mind from her own troubles.
Quinn didn't know how long she'd been asleep - the room's only window, which was dark and streaked, looked out on a brick wall across the alley, so it wasn't helpful in determining the time. She was in no hurry to move in any case. She felt rested - really, properly rested - for the first time in forever. And she knew she owed that to the girl who was holding her. To the way their minds were connected, the comforting warmth of her. Quinn hadn't lied when she'd said this was the happiest she'd been in a long time.
She didn't want to disturb the moment. She just wanted to listen to Rachel's soft breathing, inhale the scent that was uniquely her, and maybe just stay here forever if she could. But that probably wasn't an option. And she needed to start thinking about what their next step was. Where they could go from here.
Rachel shivered and felt herself inch closer to Quinn, wrapping herself in the other girl's warmth. It was a little strange that a girl who could manipulate ice generated such a comfortable warm presence. The brunette was grateful for it, in any case. She unconsciously nuzzled her face into the pale neck before her, breathing deeply to surround her senses with the smell that was uniquely Quinn as she tightened her hold on the taller girl. Her hand in Quinn's hair playing with the fine hairs at the nape of her friend's neck.
Quinn was trying not to give away the fact that she was awake, but Rachel's hand tickled when it played with her hair, and she shifted slightly. "Morning," she whispered, not completely sure if Rachel was awake or only moving in her sleep. "Or afternoon, or whatever time it is."
Rachel grunted, but figured she should give a more appropriate response. "Afternoon, I believe. Are you feeling better?" she asked, still nuzzled into Quinn's neck. She sighed and figured she should move back from the other girl even though her mind protested. Pushing away, she opened her eyes and looked at her friend. "You look better." The brunette turned over and searched the room for her clothes, finding them on the floor by the bed. Grabbing them, she began to dress to cover herself up.
"Much," Quinn sighed happily. "Thank you. That helped a lot, being able to feel you." She bit her lip, embarrassed at how that had sounded. "In my head, I mean. I'm not really a giant horn dog, I promise." She whimpered, disappointed, when Rachel's warmth disappeared, and buried her face in the pillows to inhale the scent of her again.
"I guess we have to get up, don't we?" she sighed, making no move to do so. It didn't bother her that she was in her underwear - if it had been anyone else it might have, but it was...different with her. "Where should we go, do you think?" she asked, more quietly this time. "We can go anywhere you want."
"I've never connected with anyone the way I seem to with you. I don't really understand it, but when you're nearby it's like a constant buzzing in my head and under my skin. I can control myself though, just tell me and I will end the link. I will stay out of your thoughts and feelings as well," Rachel talked as she dressed herself, pulling on pants once her shirt was back in place. "I know what you meant by feeling me. I wouldn't take it another way. You loved Noah once, after all." She shrugged and stood up with only a slight sway, picking up Quinn's clothes and handing them over.
She sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair. "I don't know where we should go. I only had one plan in mind when I left the school..." she said softly with a shrug.
"It's an amazing feeling," Quinn confessed. "Like a warm blanket. If you ever want to end that link you can, but I won't ever ask for it. I trust you, Rachel - I know you wouldn't pry. And like I said, I love this feeling - being connected with you." She swallowed. "I did, yes. But I'm not," she swallowed nervously, hoping she wouldn't scare the brunette away, "I'm not...I try not to limit myself, you know? I think love is about people, not gender." She was digging herself a verbal hole, and she decided to just quit digging before it was too late.
She watched the sway with a worried frown - but if Rachel said she was okay, Quinn would trust that she was telling the truth. She dressed slowly, wishing for a long hot bath, and rolled her neck to work the kinks out. "Well," she began quietly, "I hope you know that I don't want you to go through with that plan. I won't stop you, if that's what you choose - but I will go with you. Outside of that, I guess we have a couple of options. We can stay here in the city - maybe find jobs or something, enough to eat and pay for a place to stay. We can go back to the school - either to stay or while we figure out something else. Or, we can try and get tickets to go somewhere - anywhere - and see where we end up."
She looked eagerly at Rachel. "I don't care where we go. As long as we can go together."
Rachel nodded at what Quinn was saying. It was nice to have someone that she could rely on. "I like being with you too..." she realized the slip of the tongue too late, but shook it off. The taller girl would know what she meant. "I think the same. I have...had two fathers, after all. They taught me to be accepting of everyone." She smiled over at Quinn and sat back down on the edge of the bed, waiting for her friend to finish dressing. "With your new look, I'm sure you'll be fighting of suitors of both persuasions so you'll have plenty of opportunities to find it." Part of her was sad to think about it, but she tried to shake it off. She was lucky enough to have Quinn as a friend after the other girl had seen her past. Besides, she was used to being the unwanted girl. Only her fathers had really loved her and she'd lost that years ago.
"I can't go back home with you. I don't want anything to happen to you..." she said quietly. "I suppose it's best we go back to McKinley. We had free board there and can continue our education in a relatively safe environment. I've never had a chance to get a formal education. I want to make my fathers proud. Someday, I'll be able to go home and show them..." She looked down at her hands sadly.
The words felt even warmer in her head than her link with Rachel, and she nodded and smiled to let the other girl know she'd understood what she meant. She knew better than to think the girl had any feelings for her. Not the way that she...Quinn paused. Where had that thought came from? Was that why...was she...she was attracted to Rachel. It was a stunning revelation, but one she couldn't take the time to process right then. "Well, I'm not sure about that. Most people that know me - they don't like me very much. I don't think my hair's going to change that. She finished dressing quickly and moved closer to the brunette, looping an arm around her.
"Okay," she agreed softly, "but if you ever choose to, I will follow you there. Or anywhere." She listened to Rachel's proposal and nodded. "If that's where you want to go," she smiled. "But for what it's worth, Rachel - I think they'd be proud of you with or without an education. You're a beautiful girl who's been through a lot, and you've stayed a good person through it all. I think they'd be very proud."
A thought struck her, and she bit her lip hesitantly. "I...no, never mind," she shook her head, not wanting to seem clingy and desperate.
Rachel looked over at Quinn and rolled her eyes. "Well, most people that know you are idiots. First of all, you're absolutely gorgeous," she looked at Quinn seriously, her words were simple fact. "Secondly, you may think that you're this awful person, but you've shown me nothing but kindness and compassion. You saved my life. You allowed me to use your energy and spend the night holding onto you like a lifeline. If other people can't see beyond the walls you put up then they obviously aren't worth it. However, I truly believe you will find someone who does one day." She nodded resolutely, knowing that Quinn would easily find someone given the opportunity.
She leaned into Quinn's touch, leaning her head on her friend's shoulder and looking. "Is it where you want to go though? This is your life too, Quinn. You don't have to follow me if it isn't what you wish to do..." she said softly. "Maybe they would, but I want to do something that I can show to them." She shrugged and thinned her lips into a line. "What is it? You can tell me..."
Quinn blushed to the roots of her hair. No one - with the possible exception of Puck - had ever said that many nice things to her in that short a time. "Thank you," she whispered, dabbing at her eyes. "And for the record, I wouldn't have done that for anyone but you. Not ever."
Is that where she wanted to go? No - she wanted to stay right here, with Rachel's head on her shoulder and the feeling of their link permeating her mind. Forever and ever. But the school would do. "I'll go anywhere you want," Quinn whispered. "And the school's okay with me - I could probably stand to get an education too. Not that I have anyone to show it off to, but I guess it'd be good for getting jobs and such." She gave Rachel a squeeze. "They would - but I understand what you mean."
She took a deep breath, terrified of what she'd feel if the answer to her question was a negative one. "Could we...I mean if you want, if you'd be okay with..." she looked down at her feet, trying to gather her courage. "Could we share a room? When we get back? I just...I sleep better with you around. When you're in my head. I don't," her voice caught in her throat, "I don't want to be alone."
Rachel furrowed her brow in confusion. "Why me?" was her simple question. She didn't understand why Quinn would do so much for her. It's not like she'd done anything particularly great for her friend. Listening to the other girl's response, she sighed. "Are you sure, Quinn? I don't want to make you do something that you'd rather not. You're your own person." She brought her hand up and around Quinn's shoulders, feeling the need to hold the taller girl.
Hearing her companion's question, she lifted her head to look into hazel eyes. "If...you'd like I suppose I wouldn't be opposed to it. We've spent the night together twice now and I trust you. You're not alone, Quinn. I'd...like to be there for you, if I could. You're my friend now. I look after my friends," she said, bringing her other hand up to brush some hair back from Quinn's face.
"To be a hundred percent honest?" Quinn said softly, "I don't know how it started. I just feel so...drawn to you. Like you're someone I was missing and didn't know it. I just can't imagine not being there for you from now on." She relaxed into Rachel's grip, giving her a smile. "I do want to," she promised. "I don't have any grand plan, and I want to go where you're going. And an education can't be a bad thing."
It may have been the stupidest, most impulsive thing she'd ever done - barring her disastrous night with Puck - but with their eyes locked on each other and Rachel's hand brushing her hair back, she could hardly help it. She leaned forward and kissed her, softly and chastely, on the lips. And then she pulled away and cursed herself. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just changed your mind about sharing a room, didn't I? Fucking great, Fabray," she hissed, her eyes filling with tears. "Such an idiot."
Rachel couldn't help the bright smile that appeared on her face. "When you say things like that I don't know how anyone could see you as anything other than a wonderfully, kind woman," she said through her elation. "As long as I'm not forcing you there. I want you to be happy as well, Quinn. I care about you too." Feeling Quinn's lips on her own shot a tingle straight through her body. It felt like it was over all too soon and then the girl was babbling and making excuses.
Grabbing Quinn by the back of the neck gently, Rachel brought their lips together once more. She needed that feeling again. The feeling of being wanted by someone and the immense emotion and sensation that traveled through her frame from their physical connection. She desperately held herself back from entering Quinn's mind, scared at the prospect. Instead, she closed off their mental connection so that she could focus on the kiss and not worry about overstepping any more boundaries than had already been jumped.
"Well, you might be the first person I've ever said them to," Quinn smiled, so happy to see the smile on Rachel's face. It lit her up, and right then she decided it was her mission in life to ensure the girl always had a reason to smile. "You're not," she promised, "I want to be there with you."
Yes! was the only thought in Quinn's head. She must have died the night before, she knew, because this was heaven. She returned Rachel's kiss reverently, her arms pulling the other girl closer. "Don't," she whispered when she pulled away a little, having felt their connection vanish, "be here with me. All of you. Mind too." She kissed Rachel again, not ever wanting to stop the feeling. She needed this, more than she'd ever needed anything before. Rachel's lips, her hands, all of her felt right, like she was meant to be just exactly where she was - in Quinn's arms.
Rachel melted into the kiss, bringing both her arms up around Quinn's neck to fist into the shocking pink hair. She couldn't get enough of the taste of the girl in front of her and the feelings washing over her. She felt like she'd come home. She couldn't help the whine she released when Quinn pulled back to speak. Then soft lips were on hers once again and the telepath renewed the link. She didn't want to harm Quinn and only gently allowed herself to send slight caresses through the connection.
The hands in her hair were just an added bonus, and Quinn groaned softly. She had never felt anything like this before, and all she knew was that she wanted more. She felt Rachel flood into her mind, and it made the experience total, filling all of her senses at once. Touch, smell, taste, everything - it was extraordinary, and so powerful. She let her lips part, just enough to caress Rachel's bottom lip with her tongue. She groaned again at the feeling, feeling her whole body start to warm.
She tried, in her own inexact, inexperienced way, to return Rachel's caresses through the link. She wanted the other girl to feel as good as she did, to experience every single sensation that she was.
Rachel scratched along Quinn's scalp lightly and whimpered at the sounds the other girl made. At the feeling of Quinn's tongue dragging across her lip, she felt a shiver travel straight down her spine and she moaned. Her own tongue tentatively sneaked out to move against Quinn's and she shifted her body to straddle the taller girl for better purchase. Feeling Quinn's own presence made her gasp and reel back from the kiss, her forehead resting against the one in front of her as her breath came in pants. She kept her eyes closed, still feeling the buzz all over her body.
Her eyes snapped open and she locked her gaze with the hazel of Quinn's. "Quinn...I..." she didn't even know how to form words properly, her voice lower than usual. She felt like everything was in sensory overload, but in the most magnificent way possible. She intertwined her presence with the taller girl's along their link almost in a choreographed dance as her heart hammered in her chest.
Quinn groaned more loudly this time, the feel of Rachel's tongue against her own lighting a fire in her. When Rachel broke the kiss she whimpered softly, but the feeling of the connection was sustaining the buzz in her head.
"Rachel," it was as soft as a breath, and she was so overcome with feeling when she looked into Rachel's eyes that she could have cried. "I know," she whispered. "I...I've never felt anything like this before." She felt her mind entangled with the brunette's, and she had no context to describe it to herself, all she could do was let herself feel it.
She licked her lips. "You don't have to hold back," she offered. "You can...come all the way in if you want. I'm inviting you in. I want you to know me. All of me." She didn't know how to open her mind, but she tried to pull Rachel's presence back down their link with her, toward herself.
Rachel trembled against Quinn and held onto the pink-haired girl like she was a life preserver. The sensations that were flowing through her were unlike anything she'd ever felt before. "Fuck...I...Quinn, I should stop..." she panted out, pushing and then pulling the girl closer like her mind and body were completely disconnected. When she felt Quinn pull her in with her mind, she couldn't help but let herself fall into the other girl. All of her emotions spilled over. Desire, fear, want, lust, need all flowed from her but she completely wrapped herself around Quinn's mind protectively, gently sending tender strokes across the girl's consciousness in the same way her hands swept through pink strands of hair.
Her gaze bored into Quinn's for a few moments before the brunette moved her mouth along the taller girl's jawline nipping down to the pale neck. She left soft kisses down towards Quinn's beating pulse before latching on gently, one hand scratching lightly down the other girl's back as her tongue laved over sweet skin.
"Please don't," Quinn begged, "don't stop, Rachel, I need..." she didn't know how to finish that sentence, she just knew she needed this. Pulling Rachel into her magnified everything a million fold, and she tried to open herself completely to the experience, because she wanted it all. She tried to do what Rachel had done and intertwine their minds, pushing and pulling and making it all more intense.
She moaned loudly, running her hands up and down Rachel's back as she felt the pressure on her pulse point. "Oh god, Rachel - please. That feels - oh...yes..."
Rachel growled against Quinn's neck and bit down lightly, gripping the girl tightly in her arms as her senses and emotions flowed out into Quinn's mind. She gasped feeling the taller girl all around her, permeating ever ounce of her being. She continued her actions, gently using her ability to heighten the sensations the other girl was feeling. All she wanted to do was make Quinn feel all of the things that just the mere presence of her companion evoked in her. The telepath wanted Quinn to know that she was safe and cared for and protected.
Quinn had melded with her and now the taller girl would be stuck with Rachel until the day the brunette died. She would never stop looking after the people that entered her heart and Quinn had taken a piece of her now.
Quinn tipped her head back, crying out. "Oh, oh, oh," was the most coherent thing she could manage out loud. Fortunately she had the link, and she could try and show Rachel what she was feeling without words. What was coming back through it was the most incredible thing she could imagine. The combination of utter arousal and the warmth and comfort from their mental link was utterly intoxicating.
This - this feeling, right now - it was so much more than attraction. She'd fallen for the strong-willed girl, and she was fairly sure she might be falling forever at this rate. She never wanted to be without this sensation, never out of range of their mental link or too far away to reach out and touch her, not ever again.
Rachel felt Quinn's emotions flow back into her and her body arched involuntarily as a deep grunt echoed from her lips. She would pass out from the massive sensory overload if she didn't end things soon. It would be a good blackout, but still she didn't want to worry Quinn. She slowly licked her way up the pale column of Quinn's neck to her ear while simultaneously amplifying the pleasure in their mental link. She pulled on every happy and positive memory that the other girl had while heightening her sense of touch and sound. She nibbled Quinn's earlobe gently and licked the shell of her ear.
"You're mine now, Fabray..." she husked lowly, her lips against the girl's ear as she spoke. Her words were dripping with desire, but the was an undercurrent of love behind them as well. Her final action was to bite down on the lobe and soothe it with her tongue as she poured all of herself through their connection.
She was absolutely on fire, and Quinn certainly wasn't complaining. "Rachel! she cried, her body fighting itself as she tried to move every way at once. She didn't know exactly what the other girl was doing via their link, or how, but she was warm and loved and happy, and desperately aroused on top of it all.
"Yes," she agreed, "oh god, yes - all yours," she tried to return the combination of lust and affection that she could hear in Rachel's voice. The bite of her ear made her whole body jump, and she used the momentum of the motion to reverse their positions, pinning Rachel below her on the bed. She needed to return the favor, to make her feel as good as she was feeling.
She kissed her, first, her hands roaming the other girl's sides, and followed that up by moving her attention to her neck. She kissed it, and nipped at it, and finally sucked hard where she could see her pulse jumping, all the while trying to send everything she was feeling back down the link into Rachel's mind.
Rachel felt the flip and gasped as Quinn reversed their positions moaning heavily into the kiss. Her hand fisted in the short, pink hair holding the other girl closer. "Fuck...Quinn!" she cried out, tilting her head to give the other girl better access. Her whole body was burning up and she felt Quinn everywhere. When the rush of emotions came back down the line, she groaned loudly, gripping Quinn's hip with her free hand as stars danced behind her eyelids.
"That's exactly what I was thinking," Quinn muttered against her neck, writhing a little when Rachel tangled a hand in her hair - she'd had no idea that turned her on so much until now. When Rachel tightened a hand on her hip, she responded the only way she could think of, sucking harder at her pulse point and nudging a leg between the other girl's. She pushed her thigh upward until she made contact, digging deep and sending everything she had through the link. All she wanted, all she needed, was to make Rachel feel as good as she felt.
Rachel could feel every inch of her body set aflame. It was like she was burning from the inside out, but it was a wonderful feeling. "Oh, Jesus..." she hissed out as Quinn's mouth sent jolts from her neck down to her toes. When Rachel felt the pressure of the taller girl's thigh, she bucked against it and arched her whole body. Only a squeak of noise managed to pass her lips at the sensation, all other sound lodged in her throat.
The arousal she felt at Quinn being all around her was driving her mad. The brunette pushed back through the connection at Quinn, making her feel everything she was as well. Her hand pushed under the other girl's shirt to find purchase on skin, scratching across Quinn's abdomen. "Quinn...I-I can't...I...this..." she couldn't form words or thoughts anymore.
Rachel moving against her thigh set the bar for the best thing she'd ever felt, and set it so high she didn't know if she'd ever top it. She pushed against her again, steadying herself for another buck of Rachel's compact frame. Her lips kept working at the soft skin of Rachel's neck, the smell and taste of her driving Quinn insane, and when Rachel pushed back across the link, it felt like something in her had redlined.
The hands under her shirt felt freezing cold and burning hot all at the same time, and she threw her head back to let out a strangled groan. "Tell me," she whispered hoarsely after a moment of collecting herself. "Tell me what you need, Rach, anything!"
Rachel released another loud whimper as her body pushed against Quinn again. She felt like she couldn't get enough oxygen in her lungs. Everything was happening at once and tears began to well up in her eyes at all of the feelings flowing through her. "I-I don't...know..." she said gasping for air, her hand trailing around to Quinn's back as her finger's splayed out along the other girl's spine. "Please...Quinn..." She whined, not understanding the signals her body was sending her anymore, burying her face in the crook of Quinn's neck as she continued to rock against the toned thigh.
Understanding dawned in Quinn's mind - she had no idea whether Rachel was...experienced, or not. It's not like she was an expert either, but she thought she understood the source of Rachel's frustration. "Listen," she whispered, sending calm thoughts through their connection, "push back against my thigh, okay? Grind right down on it. I promise it'll help." What she really wanted to do was pull the girl's pants down and take care of her properly, but she didn't know if Rachel was anywhere near ready for that. So, setting aside her own aching need, she held the smaller girl steady and sent all the desire she felt straight back at her, trying to help her along.
Rachel heard the words and tried to listen to the instructions, using Quinn's thigh for leverage. She felt a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach as she moved against the girl on top of her. She panted against Quinn's neck and when she felt the desire flood through the connection everything stopped. The burning exploded into a white hot inferno and she cried out Quinn's named against the taller girl's neck as her hands scraped along the her companion's scalp and spine.
As the feeling released itself, tears of relief escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She tightened her hold on Quinn afraid of what this meant. She completely shut down the connection, trying to regroup her thoughts and feelings.
Quinn watched her - and, adding to her own frustration, felt her - come undone, and it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She felt her own need pooling between her thighs, and she could have cried with frustration when Rachel closed their link.
"It's okay," she whispered, trying not to move. She pulled the other girl closer, rocking her slowly. "God, you're beautiful, Rachel. So beautiful. I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life." She shifted slightly, crying out when it only served to aggravate her desperation. She buried her head in Rachel's neck, trying not to let on how badly she needed relief.
Rachel felt her heartbeat still hammering away as Quinn whispered her kind words. "I don't...I've never..." she stuttered out, still breathing heavily against the taller girl. Hearing the cry, her head shot up and she looked at Quinn. "Is...is everything all right? Did I do something wrong? Have I hurt you...?" She traced her hand along Quinn's back for any injuries and massaged the other girl's scalp.
Taking a deep breath, the brunette opened the connection once more and eased herself into Quinn to protect and soothe her companion and ensure that Quinn's mind was all right. She'd never forgive herself if she had hurt the pink-haired girl. She was worried that she felt more than would ever be returned. Her feelings scared her to death.
"No," Quinn whispered with a smile, "no, you didn't do anything wrong, I'm fine - I just..." she shifted awkwardly. "I really need what you just had," she admitted, her cheeks reddening. "I need you so badly right now I could cry." Her breath was coming in short gasps, and she was embarrassed at her own neediness. The return of the link helped, but it was a smooth, soft touch, and she needed more than that.
"Please," she finally begged. "Please, Rachel, I need to come. Please help me." She didn't know if the girl in her arms would even understand, but she couldn't even think. She needed release more than she'd ever needed anything, and she needed it to be at Rachel's hands.
Rachel felt her skin hum again just at Quinn's words, but she understood what was being asked of her. She flipped their positions, draping herself over top of Quinn and gently kissing the girl's neck. "What do you need me to do...?" she asked, stroking the strong jaw in front of her with one hand and dragging her fingers across Quinn's abdomen with her other. She heightened Quinn's senses again, caressing her mind with light touches.
Quinn's whole body seemed to jump, and her heightened senses made everything that much more powerful. "I need," she gasped, clutching at the bed sheets with both hands, "your leg. Like I," she moaned, desperate, "like I did with mine. So I can - oh, fuck," she whimpered when Rachel's fingers hit just the right spot, "so I can grind against you. Please!"
Rachel nudged Quinn's legs apart with her own thigh and slid her leg upwards to apply pressure to the other girl's core. She felt the heat emanating from Quinn and pressed harder into her companion. Gathering herself again, she nibbled and sucked at Quinn's neck while her hand snaked upwards towards the underside of the taller girl's breast. Her fingertips lightly brushed against the material clad skin while her other hand found it's place back in the silky locks of hair on top of Quinn's head.
"Come for me, Fabray..." she whispered out against Quinn's ear, using her power to locate the other girl's pleasure senses heightening them and wrapping her own presence around Quinn's in comfort and protection and love while still thrusting her thigh forward.
In any other circumstances, Quinn would have been embarrassed about how quickly it happened, but when her orgasm crashed through her, and over her, and around her, all she could be was relieved. She'd needed it so badly, and every part of it was perfect - Rachel's thigh, the hesitant brush of her breast, the hand in her hair, the sound of her voice, and their shared minds working together, every bit of it was perfect. Her body locked up so tightly she couldn't even scream, and then all the energy seemed to leave her in a rush, and she was left a crying heap, pulling Rachel so tightly against her she worried she was cutting off the girl's air. "I love you," she cried, not caring that it was too soon for words like that, only concerned with telling her what she felt.
"I love you so much," she repeated, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pulled Rachel toward her for a kiss. She'd lost all control of their mental link, and she could only hope that her love was obvious in what she was sending back, and that it wasn't a sort of mental gibberish from her scrambled brain.
Rachel felt Quinn let go and wrapped her arms around the other girl gently, feeling the tingle wash over her own body. Hearing Quinn's declaration, she gently fed herself through the connection to protectively ensconce the other girl. I love you too, Angel, she projected into the pink-haired girl's consciousness. "More than I can express," she finished with words. It terrified her to feel this much for another person, especially someone who she'd only known for a few weeks. The link that they shared helped to put her at ease slightly. It wasn't there with anyone else. Only Quinn could make her feel completely out of control and yet safe at the same time.
She trailed her hand through Quinn's hair tenderly, trying to comfort her lover. "Shhh...it's all right, Love," Rachel whispered words of comfort to the girl in her arms, rubbing gentle circles on Quinn's back as she allowed the taller girl to gather her bearings.
Quinn trembled as aftershocks seemed to roll over her, but she heard Rachel's voice in her mind, and suddenly everything was okay. All that she'd been through, everything that had led her to this point - it was all worth it to hear those words. To know that her feelings were reciprocated and that she was loved. She relaxed under Rachel's tender touches, until she felt calm enough to open her eyes and meet the brunette's gaze. "What you do to me," she whispered, reaching up to cup her cheek with one hand. I've never felt more right, more content she sent back across their link, than I do right now. I love you.
Rachel snuggled into Quinn's embrace, burrowing her face in the crook of Quinn's neck. You do the same to me. You make me feel safe. You saved my life. I love you, Quinn Fabray. She trembled slightly, but let herself relax in Quinn's arms. "I've never been with anyone...I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry I didn't know what I was doing..." she felt embarrassed and ashamed that she had needed direction to satisfy the other girl. She wanted to know what this all meant. Quinn said she loved her, but would she want to be with her like this once they got back to McKinley? She hadn't even known what to do. Surely there were plenty of other people that would be better suited to take care of Quinn.
Quinn stroked Rachel's soft hair with one hand, nuzzling her head. As long as you're with me, and I'm with you, she promised, I will always save you. I love you too, Rachel Berry. The switch between mental communication and verbal was effortless now, and she kept her voice at a whisper as she pulled Rachel closer, trying to keep her from trembling. "Hey," she put her other hand on Rachel's back, "you say that like it's a bad thing, but it's not. I loved that I was your first," she confessed with a blush. "I hope to be your only. And there's nothing wrong with not knowing - we'll learn each other, we'll learn together." She felt Rachel's fear - not the details, but a sort of shapeless idea - and hoped it would help if she confessed her own. "That is - if that's what you want. Because it's what I want. When we get back to school, I want to share your room. Share your bed. Share your life - the good, the bad, the ups and the downs, everything that makes you Rachel Berry. I never want to be away from you if I can help it, and I want to smile when I see you walk down the hall and think to myself 'that's my girl.'" She bit her lip nervously. "Is that what you want?"
Rachel melted into Quinn's arms and allowed the other girl's warmth to surround her. "I want that. I want to be that person for you, but...I don't want to disappoint you," she frowned and swallowed heavily. "This whole relationship between the two of us...ever since we met has been you helping me. It's not fair to you..." She softly kissed Quinn's neck and inhaled the unique scent of the girl in her arms to calm her racing thoughts.
"Y-you want to be my...girlfriend...?" she asked hesitantly. Rachel had always been confident and strong, but she seemed to be unable to keep her defenses up around Quinn. The other girl always got to see her worry. "I want to be with you like that, but...I want to be able to do for you what you do for me..." She sighed and closed her eyes against Quinn. Relationships are supposed to be give and take. The only thing I've been doing is taking and it's not right.
"You'd never disappoint me," Quinn promised. "I don't have grand expectations of you, Rachel, I'd never ask you to be perfect - I'd only want you to be you." She knew she might have a hard time finishing her words, so she switched to thoughts. You have no idea, do you? How much you've helped? Rachel, when I came back this year I swore I wasn't going to talk to anyone, wasn't going to get involved with anyone, no matter what. But you came into my life and you changed that in a heartbeat. Now being involved with you is the only thing I want in the world. You've helped me too - you've made me a better person.
Hearing the word out loud made it so real, and Quinn sighed happily. "Yes," she nodded emphatically. "That's exactly what I want. I want to be your girl, if you'll have me." She kissed the top of Rachel's head. "You have no idea how much you do for me, Rach, and how much I love you for it."
Rachel sighed and nodded. It's not expectations, Love. It's just...you've done so much for me. I only want to be able to reciprocate. You say I've made you a better person, but I think that person was always there. You just chose to hide her for whatever reason. "I want you to be mine, Quinn. I don't think I could really handle it if someone else had you now," she looked into Quinn's eyes and smiled before leaning in to kiss the girl she loved.
Quinn blinked back a tear - Rachel seemed to know exactly what to say to her. You do reciprocate, my love. Maybe you're right about that person being there, even if I'm not sure, but she never could have come out without you. You made her...you made me...able to be that person. And I can't ever thank you enough for that. "Thank god," she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut to hold in tears as she returned Rachel's kiss. "I don't ever want to be anyone else's but yours. Not ever again."
Rachel played with Quinn's hair gently and turned her gaze to trace over her girlfriend's features. She was in awe that someone like her could have someone like Quinn actually love her. Sure, she was confident in her abilities and her attitude to survive, but letting people get close was another story. She'd always believed that she didn't deserve it and even if she wanted to be loved, that she wasn't worth all of the pain and suffering she'd inevitably bring upon the people she cared for. However, being with Quinn made her feel like there was hope. Like she could be a better person.
"We should get up and start heading back. As much as I'd love to stay in your arms all day, this isn't exactly the most ideal place. Plus, it will be nice to change clothes and take a shower," she said with a soft smile. Her body was still quite sore and though being linked with Quinn had taken some of the pounding away, she could feel the throbbing in the back of her mind.
Quinn chuckled, realizing how delightfully sticky and sated she felt. She cast a quick glance over at the room's tiny bathroom and quickly decided a shower in there would be risking some kind of horrible disease. "A shower sounds really good," she admitted. "Maybe together?" she raised a flirty eyebrow.
And then she found herself, inexplicably, on the verge of tears. She waved an awkward hand at the brunette, trying to dispel a worry that anything was wrong. It's okay she sent, I'm sorry, I'm just - I don't know how I got so lucky. What I could ever have done in my life to deserve you. She sniffled. "Ignore me," she shook her head. "Just being a sap. You're right, we should get going."
Rachel chuckled at her girlfriend and shook her head. "You're insatiable apparently. I think I might like it," she grinned salaciously and gave Quinn a kiss, pushing herself up and getting off of the bed. She held out a hand to the other girl and pulled upwards so that they both were standing. She felt Quinn before seeing her, being more attuned to her power and she simply smiled fondly at her lover. Don't apologize. Also, don't say you're lucky yet. You haven't been with me long enough to find out all of my annoying habits. She stuck her tongue out at Quinn.
She wrapped her arms gently around the taller girl's neck, playing with the hairs at the base of her girlfriend's neck. "Ready to go, Angel?" she asked softly, lifting herself up slightly to kiss Quinn lightly.
"You have no idea," Quinn waggled her eyebrows playfully. "But I promise you'll find out." She let Rachel pulled her upward, her legs feeling a little like jello as she stood. Well, so far, I've been with you long enough to find out that you're annoyingly cute, in the absolute best possible way. Quinn stuck her tongue out right back.
"Yeah," Quinn nodded, absolutely loving the way Rachel played with her hair. She returned the kiss with quiet passion, not trying to turn it into something sexual but only showing the smaller girl just how much she was loved. "Although if you keep playing with my hair like that, we may need to go and pay for another night, because we'll never get out of here." She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, running her hands up and down her sides.
Rachel just smirked. "Well, I can't wait," she said, holding Quinn tightly. Rachel Berry is not cute. Fierce and determined, sure, but not cute. Watch it, Fabray, or you'll lose that thing. She raised her eyebrow playfully at the taller girl. Feeling her girlfriend rubbing her sides, she shook her head and stepped back. "I like the way your hair feels. I like running my fingers through it. It smells amazing too...but I'll refrain for now because we really should leave. Besides, we'll have lots of time for that when we get settled in at McKinley again." She slid her hand down Quinn's arm to intertwine her fingers with the other girl and pulled her to the door to leave.
"Neither can I," Quinn waggled her eyebrows again. Noted, she chuckled aloud, but you'll have to forgive me if I still mistakenly think you're cute sometimes. She was disappointed when Rachel pulled back, but she knew it was for the best. They did have to leave the motel sometime. "I hope that's a promise," she whispered as she took Rachel's hand. "Because I'm going to need plenty of time for that." She looked back at the motel room wonderingly as she opened the door - who would have imagined that it would be this, of all places, where she found out where she belonged?
Rachel gave Quinn a single look, curving her mouth upwards in a grin. "Insatiable," was all she said as they made their way out of the motel and started the journey back to the school.